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Tell my mother I died for my country.
Tell my mother I died a free man.
Tell my mother I tried. Tell my mother I died.
I was more accustomed to looking up from the stage, not down on it.
Still, I felt at home, I'd been there so many times before.
I was born to play this role, I gave the performance of my life.
I played it well.
Someone had to do it, sure as hell wasn't General Lee.
Johnston kept on trying, but his chances, well, they didn't look so good.
A few of us, we thought the time was right. We made a plan.
We tried to save us all.
Tell my mother I died for my country.
Tell my mother I died a free man.
Tell my mother I tried. Tell my mother I died.
We made it over to Virginia, we thought we got away, but they found us.
Herold gave up right away, but not me, I'm the leading man.
They set the barn on fire, so I went out in a blaze of glory.
Mom, I shined.
"Useless, useless" was all that I could mutter.
Maybe not my best line, but I said it with aplomb.
This was my defining role, I know they'll remember who I am.
Mom, I shined.
Tell my mother I died for my country.
Tell my mother I died a free man.
Tell my mother I tried. Tell my mother I died.
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The Evidence
If they had found me in my bed
They would have strung me up on Proctor’s Ledge
A shallow grave for my body
My sorry soul condemned to Howard Street
They should be praying
Instead they’re saying
Look at all the evidence of evil in this town
Tichuba’s been talking, and there’s witches flying round
And old Mr. Cory, they’re going to press him to plea
I say the devil’s up in Salem, but the evidence is hanging in the trees
I’m not an educated man
But I’ve lived enough life to understand
When accusations fly we tend
To put the poor folk on the receiving end
We’re all just praying
Cause the rich folks are saying
Look at all the evidence of evil in this town
Tichuba’s been talking, and there’s witches flying round
And little Betty Paris wasn’t safe in the house of the priest
I say the devils up in Salem, but the evidence is swinging in the trees
Look at all the evidence
Just look at all the evidence
Look at all the evidence
Just look at all the evidence
I’ve done nothing, but still I’m running
Cause I can hear the pitch forks coming
They say look at all the evidence of evil in this town
Tichuba’s been talking, and there’s witches flying round
And old Mr. Cory, well he’s, he’s too proud to plea
I say the devil’s up in Salem, but the evidence is hanging
The devil’s. Up in Salem, but the evidence is hanging
The devil’s up in Salem, but the evidence is having in the trees
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Grab your whistle and grab your bow
It’s time to get ready (I don’t want to go)
Down to the corner to McAdoo’s pub
We’ll start up a session (I just want my tub)
Young Ian is singing the black stuff is flowing
It’s always a good time (I still don’t like going)
Drink a little whisky you might have some fun
I know you like dancing (I wish we were done)
Bowstrings are flashing young lassies are dancing
And the lads are doing their best to catch up
Good cheer’s contagious we’ll stay out for ages
There’s never bad night at McAdoo’s Pub
Why did you drag me out of my bed?
I have to rise early (you’re out of your head)
I’ll stay for just one drink then back to my place
I’ve schoolwork to finish (but it’s Saturday!)
This song’s not bad and I know the words
Maybe I’ll dance (it’s about time you stirred)
Let’s have another, the next one’s on me
You were right this is where I should be
Bowstrings are flashing young lassies are dancing
And the lads are doing their best to catch up
Good cheer’s contagious we’ll stay out for ages
There’s never bad night at McAdoo’s Pub
Music is healing and everyone’s feeling
The joy you feel when sharing a cup
Good cheer’s contagious we’ll stay out for ages
There’s never bad night at McAdoo’s Pub
Good cheer’s contagious we’ll stay out for ages
There’s never bad night at McAdoo’s Pub
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Can you leave me my tea
Where the sunlight can’t reach
There’s a hammer in my skull
Leaves me useless for speech
All these maps and these charts
Full of blunders and lies
Leaves me dreams of the Red Rose
And Lancashire skies
the wrong man for the job?
I’m sure we’d agree
It’s the first time I’ve set foot
To the east of Paris (par-ee)
but some tasks escape
The capacity of man
If I had three more years
I might improve on the plan
they’ll round them all up
Just like dogs in a cage
But what’s it to me
But lines on a page?
All due deference to duty
It’s a sin and a bore
You were late with my coffee
Nearly gave them Lahore
Did you hear the man pleading
With a thousand great pardons
To save his vacations to the
Darjeeling gardens?
my eyes play me tricks
I can focus no more
But the same flaws in vision
Kept me home from the war
Five weeks to forge
In the devil’s own grill
Foundations of freedom for the
Savage to build
They’re saying this fire
is the curse of our age
But what’s it to me
But lines on a page?
this ache in my head
can you whisper, come near
Can you show on this map
where the sands of Kashmir
Give way to the foothills
And the peaks of Ladakh
oh these telegrammed threats
and the tick of the clock
And did you ever believe me
A ghost of a chance
Was I sent here to spiral
a desperate dance
To twist, for my country,
On brass tenterhooks
For three thousand pounds
and my name in the books?
They’ll measure my sins
By the devil’s own wage
But what’s it to me
But lines on a page?
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Gladiatrix, Gladiatrix
Real women warriors
Hella brave bitch
Gladiatrix, Gladiatrix
Tell your favorite gladiator
That he ain’t shit
Gladiatrix, Gladiatrix
See me in the coliseum
Every day with a stick
Gladiatrix, Gladiatrix
And we ready to go
Open the gate bitch
Yeah I’m lady gladiator. It’s a wild life
I’m up in the coliseum killing wildlife
Rhinoceroses, that’s who I fight
I got all the beasts running into my knife
My opposition be dying
And I’m not even trying
I got my sword, I got my shield
I’m finna stab me a lion
Am I’m stuntin’ on these
Male chauvinistic haters
Cause I gotta represent
For my lady gladiators
Gladiatrix, Gladiatrix
Real women warriors
Hella brave bitch
Gladiatrix, Gladiatrix
Tell your favorite gladiator
That he ain’t shit
Gladiatrix, Gladiatrix
See me in the coliseum
Every day with a stick
Gladiatrix, Gladiatrix
And we ready to go
Open the gate bitch
Armor on, fuck it armor off
I could beat an elephant
Or kill a criminal
Fighting to the death
And I ain’t finna take a loss
Waving up the sword if
Anybody tryna cross
I’m talking lions and tigers
And bears, oh my
When they step up in the pit
You know they all gon’ die
And if yee aint even kno
Baby now you do
Ancient Rome gladiators
Were ladies too
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St. Germain
02:33
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Give me sweet ambrosia
Wanna live forever so
Don’t know what to tell ya
Drink the sunlight, love the Summer rain
Learned my trade in Roma
Secrets of the moonlight wanes
Found the sweetest liquor
Went around the world as St. Germain
45 Rebellion
Liberating Scotland from her
Jacobite insurgents
Man who ran me through, don’t know his name
Made my way to Frankia
Told the king of lover’s wing
A martyr to his boredom
Learned the alchemy of the arcane
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